A/N: I finally got around to buying Leon Jackson's debut album the other day ( I LOVE IT! :D ) and when I listened to this song, I immediately thought, 'Hey, this could be a great Harley/May fic.'I'm a cookieshipper, but I think that in truth, Harley doesn't like May very much, so I made this up. It took me a while to get it right, but I'm happy with the result.I'd like to make it clear that I don't own pokemon, or the song, or... no, wait...The idea is mine :D

I'm not making fun of the song, I'm just tweaking it slightly. I love the song. Harley's the one making fun of the song. And yes, I am making fun of May. Ha. Ha. Ha.Anyway, here we go!__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

"Once again, from the top!" May set the CD player in her room at the pokemon center back to the beginning, and once again, started singing and dancing.

"On, on and on Like the tune in this never-ending songYou go round in my headLove is never-endingOn, on and onon and on,on and on-"

"Hi May! Whatcha doing?"May spun around, her cheeks turning pink.

"Oh! Hi, Harley." She said, embarrassed. Oh Arceus! Harley had seen her singing and dancing! Had he been watching her the last two times she had sung the song through?No doubt he'd recorded it to use against her later.May looked up at the handsome young man looking down at her and gave a mental sigh. Why did Harley always catch her at a bad time? She wanted him to see her when she was at her best.Maybe then he'd like her enough that he'd stop tricking her and actually play by the rules sometime!Or at least be a little nicer.

"Earth to May! I asked you a question, honey!"

"Huh? What?"

"Gosh, you're so weird. I don't really understand why those boy toys hang around with you..."

May's cheeks turned red."They're not boy toys!"

"Oh, sure they're not. Anyway, the question wasn't important. Oh, May..." Harley continued, ignoring May's protests. "A word to the wise - If you're going to dance, you need to work on your moves as well as your pokemon's. See you around!"And with that blow to her heart, he swaggered out of the room.May, with her jaw on the floor, deflated. Much like a balloon.Harley didn't like her dancing!??

Her eyes exploded into fireballs."Harleeeey!"

Elsewhere, Harley was still sniggering over May's face when he'd made the comment about her dancing. When he got to his room, he started singing his version of that delightful song. About halfway through, Cacturne wandered in, and joined Harley in grooving to the slightly tweaked version of 'Creative'.

"Hehehe. This one's for you, May.

I feel the breeze on my face,Feel it warm like the fireThat your Blaziken breathes,Can't replace what you give meWhen we touch,All that hate, such a rush,Whenever you are near.It's like a song with no endAs we bend to the rhythmOf the sun, and the earthAnd the moon, and the starsAre all alignedJust for me, although youdon't feel that hatred too...And I seeYour smile so annoying,Your niceness oh so boring,And I can't even start,To count the ways I'm gonna trick you!

So May now throw that ball,Let's see what we're doin!Call my CacturneScary - gonna pay babe.Pretty obvious why,Every time you're near,I get creative!

Take that ride,boy toys on a magic carpet,We can fly,There'll be nothing like it!Feels so funEach contest,Everytime you're near,I get creative!

And like the tune in this song,We'll go on, hate is never-ending,Round and around,In my head,Like that stupid Torchic,Gosh, on and on,I'll fool you,Gullible's your middlename!So let's get experimental...A little accidental!I'll try and count the ways,The many waysI'm gonna fool you!

So May now throw that ball,Let's see what we're doin!Call my CacturneScary - gonna pay babe.Pretty obvious why,Every time you're near,I get creative!

Take that ride,boy toys on a magic carpetWe can fly,There'll be nothing like it!Feels so funEach contest,Everytime you're near,I get creative!

Just when you thinkThat the words in this songGoing on and on will stopThey begin once againLike a never-ending songGoing round in my head,Just like the thought of you.On and onLike a tune in this never-ending song,You go round in my headHate is never-endingOn, on and on,Like the tune in this never-ending songYou go round in my head...

So May now throw that ball,Let's see what we're doin!Call my CacturneScary - gonna pay babe.Pretty obvious why,Every time you're near,I get creative!

Take that ride,boy toys on a magic carpet,We can fly,There'll be nothing like it!Feels so funEach contest,Everytime you're near,I get creative!

On, on and onLike the tune in this never-ending songYou go round in my head,Hate is never-endingOn, on and on,Like the tune in this never-ending songYou go round in my headHate is never-ending."

The last four syllables were joined by a little butt shake from Harley."'kay, that was good, Cacturne. I think with just a bit more practice, we can imitate May so much she'll be going crazy by the next contest! Here, you'll learn it better watching the recording."

I'd like to beg that you don't leave a review saying, just as an example...

'ZOOOOMG!!!!111! I LIEK, LOOOOVE MAY!!!1!!111 YU SOO WEIRD YU CAL MAY A LOOSER WELL YU R A LOSER!!11!11!!!1!'Though I doubt there's, um ... anyone... who leaves reviews like that, you get the message, right? This isn't a place to tell me how much you love May and how much I should love her etc...Comments on how cool Harley is are fine though :D

Anyway, stupid, unfriendly rant over, back to being nice!If anyone bothered to read this far, it's 1:50am GMT, and I am (finally) going to sleep. Thanks for reading!ArcanineOod xX

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